He's going to "water the plants." Great. First, he turns on the hose, which he can now do himself. He then fills up his water gun and attacks the stairs. He fills up the stomp rocket tube and blasts the sidewalk. There is now a great big puddle where the hose has been dripping, so he digs a hole in it and spreads the mud all over the front walk. I object. Amazingly, he does not give me grief. He takes his orange shovel and scrapes the mud back toward the hole. This is not so successful, so he tries blasting it back with the hose: water as broom. And finally uses the real broom. He is reasonably successful and done gardening.

Rose's version of gardening

Why do I have to cut the poppies? I don't want to cut the poppies. There's a bee. I can't cut the poppies. Why is gardening not a choice? I don't want to weed the vegetables. I don't want to water the vegetables. I'll mow the lawn. When are we going to be done gardening? There's some poop on the lawn; you come clean it up.